Best Skulking Poems

Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
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They took my blood and ethnic group, they did.
My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains
If I have no visa, they’ll get mad

Reading my thick...

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Where the antelope used to play is now shopping malls and plats.
Man in his insatiable greed has encroached upon its ancient habitats.
Not so very long...

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The tiger traces, through it's jungle home,
His prey he chases, just then, the crackle of bone.

Sleekly stalking, through shadow of tree,
His prey just skulking, oblivious,...

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Skulking - lurks an unseen shadow
chilling both the heart and marrow
destiny -  your dust of sorrow
        ...

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As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.

Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In...

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It is the laziest of all creatures, 
It could eat and eat filet all the day long. 
Investigative eyes is a feature, 
And it will...

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From the year of Eighteen ninety,
survives a sad birthday tale.
As told by Private John Burnett,
eighty years old when it was told. 
Of needless deaths of...

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I see you creeping in the night
Ephemeral spirit that haunts my darkness
And lurks within my shadow
A silent whisper in my ear 
Cast your lot with...

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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.

Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames...

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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.

Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames...

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 I will stand with mighty pen in hand,
the pen like a sharp sword drawn, waiting
to pierce calloused shell, inadequate armor of the soulless...

 a...

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If I were to swagger off the streets
Some gangster as I perched the skulduggery 
Of my litany in glitter and smoke
An ageless vandalism to linger...

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